"Cold Blood" by Kix played, the dark blue lights flashed around the arena as Guy walks out, with the GWWF Championship around his waist, one half of the GWWF Tag Team Championship slung over his left shoulder, and a black cloth bag in hand. Stepping out onto the stage, he stops for a moment at the top of the ramp, with a look of utter contempt at the audience before him.
He made his way down the ramp without his usual stop and goes; Guy would directly up the steps and into the ring, pulling out a mic from his trousers.
He made his way down the ramp without his usual stop and goes; Guy would directly up the steps and into the ring, pulling out a mic from his trousers.
"Freddie may not have a match tonight, but he came anyways. And no, it wasn't because he came here for the fans or for his paycheck or because he was simply required to.. no. He's here because I told him to. Well actually.. it's more like he thought he had a match, but it was more of me abusing my position as VP to send a message to Freddie, saying he has a match.."
Guy shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up in a way to say, 'Oh well, I did it.' And ignored the small boo from the crowd he continued..
"So Freddie, you don't have a match tonight; which gives you nothing to do and I.." Guy raised the black bag in hand slightly and giving a look to it. ".. have something for you."
Lowering the mic, Guy waited for Freddie in the ring.
(Planned promo, no interruptions.)
